It didn't take long for a fat official to run out of breath towards the place where the incident occurred.

Behind him, he was followed by two staff members.

After some negotiations, the fat official followed the tall man in sunglasses with a smile on his face, and the group walked to the rostrum built in the field.

Who is this?

Ye Zhen glanced at it.

He didn't care.

The phone vibrated to alert him that someone had replied to his post.

"Chu Ge is not powerful? If he is not powerful, during the primary election, Hao Haidong and Zhu Guanghu will give him a score of 100? ”

"The landlord pays for the ball and electricity, and the appraisal is complete."

Ye Zhen sneered.

"At first glance, you are just little children who don't understand the country. Hao Dong scored 100 points, which was obviously arranged by the organizing committee. You don't understand this, go back and ask your parents to understand, what is called crisis public relations. ”

"As long as Chinese football persists, there is hope?"

"Let me tell you, our Chinese players are playing such a bad ball with such a high price. Look at the figure of players from other countries, and then look at them, they are really speechless =_=, what football league does Huaxia want, it can be disbanded, and the province is embarrassed. Black whistle match-fixing, no professional skills, proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. When I see Chinese people playing, I want to vomit! ”

"Chu Ge is really a genius?"

"Highlights fans, don't be blind. As long as he can edit, Li Yi can be the king of the ball. If he is a genius, I will eat Xiang live! ”

While he was enthusiastically scrolling through the forum, the microphone rang.

"¡Buenas tardes! (Spanish)"

Foreigner?

Ye Zhen was stunned for a moment, and he raised his head.

A tall man, wearing a hat and a large pair of sunglasses over his eyes, was standing on the rostrum.

The man spoke into the microphone again.

Ye Zhen only seemed to hear the two words Qi Dan, and didn't understand anything else.

At this point, the man took a step back.

A staff member next to him leaned in slightly closer to the microphone.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Zinedine Zidane. ”

With that, he took a step back.

The man stood in front of the microphone again.

Zidane?

The audience fell silent.

Many people looked at each other, and many more were stunned, and their eyes were all fixed on the rostrum, staring at the mysterious man.

Chu Ge's heart jumped violently.

He suddenly remembered that system prompt from the game.

Don't......

Just as he was vaguely guessing, the man took off his hat, revealing his shiny head, and then took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of charming eyes.

It's really Zidane!

Everyone recognized it at a glance.

Whether it is a fan, a football practitioner, a fan who likes him, or a passerby who is indifferent to him, how many people in the world don't know Zidane?

Mo Dao has no confidants all over the world, and no one in the world knows you!

"Zinedine Zidane! Zinedine Zidane! ”

Someone in the stands immediately shouted Zidane's name, and many people rushed to the stands close to Zidane, trying their best to get closer to their idols. Many people held their phones high, pointed their cameras at Zidane, and began to shoot.

Seeing people's enthusiasm, Zidane smiled and waved.

"Thank you."

He said.

Under the rostrum, all the young players looked at Zidane without blinking, looking very excited.

In the minds of almost all young players, Zidane is a superstar and an idol. Moreover, in the national stage, the emperor superstar will also be the mentor of the promoted players.

"Did he come today to watch us play?"

Idols came to see me play!

The thought came to mind and every player was very excited.

Du Changjie was particularly excited.

Zidane is his idol and his favorite star.

Zidane's elegant steps, weight-lifting stopping skills, and powerful shooting skills are all objects that Du Changjie has been imitating since he was a child.

Du Changjie had already thought about it, and after qualifying for the national competition, the mentor he chose was Zidane.

However, he never expected that in today's game, Zidane would be on the scene!

In today's game, Du Changjie played exceptionally well, he made two passes and two shots, and all four goals of the Henan Zhengzhou team were related to him.

The highest score of the judges was him.

He was also the one who won the honorary title of Star of Central China!

Did the idol see it?

Is he here for me today?

The more Du Changjie thought about it, the more excited he became, he looked at Zidane without blinking, and his breathing became a little short.

Chu Ge was also looking at Zidane.

He was thinking......

All eyes are on Zidane, is this the aura of a star?

Will I be able to be like him one day?

Just when Chu Ge was thinking wildly, Zidane suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Ge.

Well?

Chu Ge paused for a moment.

Immediately afterward, he saw Zidane pointing towards him.

Zidane said a word.

Chu Ge knew he spoke Spanish.

Not long after signing up for the audition, Chu Ge found a way to sign up for a Spanish class.

He decided that he could go to Spain, so he had to prepare in advance.

Later, after Su Qingqing found out, she specially invited a Spanish foreign teacher to teach her and Chu Ge Spanish.

After more than a month of study, Chu Ge could basically guess what Zidane said.

However, Chu Ge was a little incredulous.

He couldn't believe his ears.

He set his sights on the interpreter beside Zidane.

Everyone looked at the interpreter.

The translator also glanced at Chu Ge, his expression obviously a little stunned. However, he quickly came to his senses, took a half-step forward, and leaned sideways closer to the microphone.

"This player, I'm going to take it!"

After speaking, he also pointed to Chu Ge.

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Chu Ge.

In the stands, Ye Zhen was stunned all of a sudden, and the phone fell down, so he woke up and hurriedly lowered his body to touch the phone.

At this time, the translator approached Zidane and asked a few words in a low voice.

Then, he continued: "It's the number nine in blue. ”

"Chu Ge."

Full time.

Quiet.

Full house.

Surprise.

It didn't take long for the players of the Jiangcheng team in northern Hubei to react.

They cheered loudly and gathered around Chu Ge to congratulate him.

Liu Guobang laughed.

He didn't expect this result.

But it's not a bad result, is it?

In the stands, Pei Xiaowei, Su Qingqing and Lin Murong jumped up as soon as possible.

Su Qingqing and Lin Murong hugged each other excitedly, and Pei Xiaowei also wanted to come over, but was kicked away by the two of them.

Ye Scar was completely stunned.

He just said that there is no genius in Chinese football, and Chu Ge is nothing remarkable.

As a result, Zidane picked Chu Ge.

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand, which had just been dropped, and cracks appeared on the screen.

He felt that his outlook on life was also cracking.

Du Changjie's eyes widened.

The development of events was completely unexpected by him.

Why him?

Why not me?

He froze.

He looked at Chu Ge, his eyes were half envious and half jealous.

Chu Ge was also a little dazed.

I?

Zidane?

He looked at Zidane in a daze.

Zidane also looked at Chu Ge.

Smile and nod.

The person I have chosen, no one can bully him except me.

Qi Xuanzong thought to himself.